‘I’m going over the glen to get some gooseberries’ I shout as I head out on the bike, encouraged by the summery weather to be outside as much as possible. There is no wind and the sun has been baking the countryside for two days; the air smells of sweet hay and flowers, warm earth and stone. I see a fig tree I’ve never noticed before in someone’s back…
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